Xhoshi
04-03-2007, 06:27 AM
I would like to be serious for a second, so bear with me and listen to my story.
So I'm over my old friend's house, he's 16 and i'm 17, and we are toking up some sick kush chronic mix out of my homemade. So after toking, we head off to the nearby 7/11 and buy a bunch of shit. We are sitting outside drinking slurpee and eating those shitty nachos. Its about 2:00AM
Suddenly we see a crazy guy across the street jump straight into the path of an SUV . The SUV swerves out of the way just in time and the driver curses at him and scrams. The only ppl on the street are us and the crazy guy. He then approaches us, I considered running but I decide he's probably just trying to go into the 7/11. He comes straight to us. He appears to be a very pale black man, he is very skinny, his eyes are bloodshot and he is very aggitated. He then asks me something. I couldn't make out what he was saying. I was high as shit and freaked out because he had a guitar bag on him that looked like it had a gun inside. I seriously thought this man was lucifer or his disciple. I was really trippin out.
The man opens the guitar bag and takes out a beat up crappy guitar. He asks me to play it in a very shaken voice, I have been playing for a while, but he isnt impressed by my playing, he just becomes more depressed looking. He asks me if i want it. I tell him "no thanks". He says "I'm asking you to buy it off me". Fuck, I don't want to get stabbed tonight. Eventually I convince him i'm not interested in buying the guitar and my friend offers him some money.
The man thanks us but tells us that this wasn't enough money to get home or to get to the top of "that cliff". I ask him why he needs to go to that cliff. He glares at me and says, "didn't you hear what I told you right when I got here?" I say no. "I need to kill myself by daybreak" he tells me. He then chuckles a sick laugh and says "I sound like some guy out of a movie, huh?"
His face becomes serious and he rolls up his sleeves. On his arms there are at least 100 deep, self-inflicted slashes from forearms to wrists. He says, "If you want to kill urself make sure u cut deep enough". He also says, "make sure u try out a gun before using it on urself, it may misfire."
I cut him off and ask him if he believes in God. He says "yes" and that "he is very angry at me right now".
I tried to convince him to reconsider, to delay his death to another day, to find a way out. He just tells me that it is a matter of honor. He then thanks us and says he must go.
My friend doesnt smoke with me anymore and has only brought up this event once, which was when I asked him if he wanted to smoke again. He told me he feels guilty whenever he smokes weed. He believes that he couldn't rationalize that day due to weed and it was my fault for smoking him out that day and my fault he couldn't convince the guy not to commit suicide.
So I'm over my old friend's house, he's 16 and i'm 17, and we are toking up some sick kush chronic mix out of my homemade. So after toking, we head off to the nearby 7/11 and buy a bunch of shit. We are sitting outside drinking slurpee and eating those shitty nachos. Its about 2:00AM
Suddenly we see a crazy guy across the street jump straight into the path of an SUV . The SUV swerves out of the way just in time and the driver curses at him and scrams. The only ppl on the street are us and the crazy guy. He then approaches us, I considered running but I decide he's probably just trying to go into the 7/11. He comes straight to us. He appears to be a very pale black man, he is very skinny, his eyes are bloodshot and he is very aggitated. He then asks me something. I couldn't make out what he was saying. I was high as shit and freaked out because he had a guitar bag on him that looked like it had a gun inside. I seriously thought this man was lucifer or his disciple. I was really trippin out.
The man opens the guitar bag and takes out a beat up crappy guitar. He asks me to play it in a very shaken voice, I have been playing for a while, but he isnt impressed by my playing, he just becomes more depressed looking. He asks me if i want it. I tell him "no thanks". He says "I'm asking you to buy it off me". Fuck, I don't want to get stabbed tonight. Eventually I convince him i'm not interested in buying the guitar and my friend offers him some money.
The man thanks us but tells us that this wasn't enough money to get home or to get to the top of "that cliff". I ask him why he needs to go to that cliff. He glares at me and says, "didn't you hear what I told you right when I got here?" I say no. "I need to kill myself by daybreak" he tells me. He then chuckles a sick laugh and says "I sound like some guy out of a movie, huh?"
His face becomes serious and he rolls up his sleeves. On his arms there are at least 100 deep, self-inflicted slashes from forearms to wrists. He says, "If you want to kill urself make sure u cut deep enough". He also says, "make sure u try out a gun before using it on urself, it may misfire."
I cut him off and ask him if he believes in God. He says "yes" and that "he is very angry at me right now".
I tried to convince him to reconsider, to delay his death to another day, to find a way out. He just tells me that it is a matter of honor. He then thanks us and says he must go.
My friend doesnt smoke with me anymore and has only brought up this event once, which was when I asked him if he wanted to smoke again. He told me he feels guilty whenever he smokes weed. He believes that he couldn't rationalize that day due to weed and it was my fault for smoking him out that day and my fault he couldn't convince the guy not to commit suicide.